We needed each others bodies. Both of us have been busy lately with business and then we came down with the flu. It had been about 2 weeks since we communicated with our hands and skin. It was Valentines Day…time for some love. For a couple of hours we played and talked and touched and fucked. Lovers hungry for a journey. It ended with her screams filling the room.
I got up to go to the gym. I called her to ask if she needed anything from the store. Another snow storm was in process and I didn’t want to go back out to pick up supplies. She picked up the phone…..”Hello, Master!” and without skipping a beat “I’m so excited for you right now. I’m wet thinking about last night” She had thought earlier about getting up to tell me how horny she was upon rising. She wanted me home so she could play again.
Without skipping a beat I told her to put her hands down her pants. I told her how to rub herself and what to visualize. I had her relive my mouth on her cunt and how I had run my tongue over her clit. I listened to her moan and say “Oh God!” and tell me how good it felt. Then I told her to stop and that I’d be home in a while.
We don’t engage in phone sex. Neither of us can remember ever engaging in it with each other. I went into the gym and thought about what had just happened and what had happened the previous evening.
What waited for me at home is another story……..a wet, filthy story.
i didn’t know Master had written this:) It is true that after we were both sick some time had elapsed since we had played. We always make sure to touch every day in the sense that naked body to naked body is part of our nightly ritual but we had been too out of it for rigorous play. When we did play on V-day, it really re-awoke some parts of us that had been sleepy over that prior week…what Master didn’t tell you was about a moment in the middle of the play after he came home. We were fucking and making love at the same time, which is unusual for us. We tend to either have a real fucking session or a soft and sweet coupling. Master was incredible that afternoon and was bringing my body and my mind from one extreme to the other seamlessly. One moment a true M/s dynamic with physical and mental power exchange…hands held down, light choking, ass slaps, nipple pinching…and then melting moments of slowing down the penetration and gazing into one another’s eyes and bringing it into that realm of deep connection and love…it was at one of those moments that he reached over and handed me something from the bedside table. He was over me, missionary position, still hard inside me stroking and he hands me a card! “beauty” it says on the silver envelope…I open it and, well, suffice it to say that it was incredibly intimate and sweet and sexy and i started to cry and he made me look at him…”Look at me, beauty”, he said. “This is what you are to me, what you mean to me”. The card depicted two young children, the boy kissing the girl on the cheek…maybe they were just pre-pubescent…it was evocative of those times as a young child when you would feel stirrings for another and you didn’t quite know what was going on…you just new you really, really liked that person. Master and i often discuss how we make each other feel young. We feel like the best of our lives are ahead of us, now that we have found one another. To have found a best friend who shares your sexual and sensual outlook and desires is like feeling the puzzle pieces locking into place…speaking of which, he started to fuck me harder, making me keep my eyes on his and we continued to play for over an hour. So perhaps this post is less about being in a new physical new place – but more about our continued exploration of new places for us to go in our hearts and minds…more to come. Master, i love you.
This is really beautiful. I love both of your accounts and stories here. I love the awareness that you both had not engaged in a while and there is this felt sense of tension release that makes a great story, and feels really really good in my body while reading. I have a similar exploration that I’ll post on the main page for the week :)
Oh my, I really love this– I love reading about both your experiences. beauty, your words made me think of Mexican chocolate: enticingly sweet and spicy.